12-22-2010, 04:31 AM
A young Captain in the Task Force Seven, Carl Anders paced around Juneau Shipyard, anxiously awaiting the news of what would happen to the carrier he commanded, the TF7|LNS-Lake.Superior. After pacing for another fifteen minutes, he looked out of the window and noticed on of the carrier's launch bays being dismantled. Soon after this, a short and chubby Secondary Fleet Sergeant walked up to him, nervously holding a large tan folder. Without a word, he handed it to Anders, who took it eagerly, and walked away with a quick pace. Anders opened the folder, and quickly shifted his hand through the numerous documents, and found the one regarding the carrier. He read quickly, his eyes furiously darting around the large white paper. On the bottom, below the numerous problems with the carrier, read:
"We, the Primary Fleet High Command, regret to inform you that the carrier is being decommissioned. However, there is a new Dreadnought being constructed here. It was made to be put into the Task Force, so command of it will be given to you."
Carl looked at the dossier with disgust, but was still somewhat satisfied that he would still command a heavy hitter. He walked up to the Sergeant, who was afraid that Anders might hit him across the face, but instead, Anders handed back the folder and walked down the shipyard, stopping at the 3rd bay. He looked through the window to see that there was indeed a dreadnought under construction. It looked like someone had taken the dreadnought and ripped out it's guts, but it would be completed soon enough. Anders sat down with a smirk on his face as he waited for his fighter to be repaired.
"We, the Primary Fleet High Command, regret to inform you that the carrier is being decommissioned. However, there is a new Dreadnought being constructed here. It was made to be put into the Task Force, so command of it will be given to you."
Carl looked at the dossier with disgust, but was still somewhat satisfied that he would still command a heavy hitter. He walked up to the Sergeant, who was afraid that Anders might hit him across the face, but instead, Anders handed back the folder and walked down the shipyard, stopping at the 3rd bay. He looked through the window to see that there was indeed a dreadnought under construction. It looked like someone had taken the dreadnought and ripped out it's guts, but it would be completed soon enough. Anders sat down with a smirk on his face as he waited for his fighter to be repaired.